Please forgive me for a bit of self-pitying. There is a moment when you realize your play is in the hands of another. And I've been with this babe (I call the play babe sometimes) for over two years. So these days after rehearsal, I put on Tom Waits and cry in my Makers: "My baby's gone!" There really isn't a lot of reason for me to be at rehearsal to tell you the truth. There just isn't much left for me to do.
But I like the guy she's with now. He has a generous laugh and he responds to her finicky moods with sensitivity. He yells at actors when they are rough with her music.
Here he is:
Director Kevin Glaccum reluctantly allows me to take his picture at a rehearsal for WHISKY NEAT on March 16.
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